"Was I a step too late?"
From the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming watched with his own eyes as his younger brother Wang Xiaoqiang's sports car was overtaken by a streak of red light, then immediately vanished into thin air.
He knew perfectly well that Wang Xiaoqiang had not disappeared, but had fallen into Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.
At the very last moment, that Yang Jian had still caught up with him.
If Wang Xiaoqiang had arrived even half a minute earlier, Wang Xiaoming was confident he could have taken him away. Never mind Yang Jian—even those above would not have said a word.
"Land the helicopter," Wang Xiaoming said.
At that moment, within the Ghost Domain.
"Yang Jian!" Wang Xiaoqiang roared through gritted teeth, overcome with rage.
Looking at Yang Jian standing before the wrecked car, Wang Xiaoqiang had never felt such despair.
"You should have expected this outcome yesterday. Did you really think I let you go because I couldn't do anything to you? It was because I wasn't in good condition. If we had dragged things out, I might have died alongside Ye Feng from a ghost's resurgence. The Ghost Rope also gave me quite a bit of trouble. It's just that you failed to seize that opportunity."
Yang Jian spoke calmly.
Although he had appeared sufficiently imposing yesterday and perfectly resolved the assassination attempt, his situation at the time had actually been terrible.
"Even without anyone else's help, you can't just kill me whenever you want. Don't forget, I'm a Ghost Tamer too. At worst, we'll both go down together." Wang Xiaoqiang growled as he struggled out of the crumpled, wrecked cabin.
Yang Jian watched Wang Xiaoqiang laboriously crawl from the shattered and twisted vehicle. Before he could steady himself, the black ghostly shadow at Yang Jian's feet